The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I understand the high sense of honor and racial superiority of the elves, which makes them look elegant and noble, but I also hate these two points of the elves, which make them sensitive and neurotic.

Although it is a bit of a melon field, I didn't directly indicate that this is the pot inside the elves. As a result, Elder Sonoda still looks like a cat whose paws are scalded, and his hair is about to stand up.

I don’t know if the dialogue can continue, but I am definitely not optimistic about the outcome of today’s dialogue. Even if she will not hate me for my rude remarks, she will never be driven by the high sense of racial honor. I conveyed my meaning to the Elf Queen, even if it was conveyed, she would at best understate a few words.

The Elf Queen would certainly not give me the handwriting to allow entry into the Burial Ground because of the words of the elder Mai Sonoda. Anyway, in their eyes, I am a human race after all, and the human race is good at lying. of.

Elder Mai Sonoda and I looked at each other like this, I didn’t say a word, she didn’t speak, but although her expression was very angry, she didn’t mean to drive me out at all. Instead, she looked at me coldly, as if she was waiting. Follow my explanation.

Since he was not driven out, it would be fine to explain.

I organized a language and said: "I know that nobility and glory have always been the beliefs of your elves. I also know that in the hearts of most of your elves, purity is precious, while filth is despised. In Hefeng Continent, no race can escape emotions and desires. This is like a shadow, always following oneself, unable to abandon or abandon it."

"A person, as long as he has emotions and desires, he will unconsciously have selfish desires, but this kind of selfish desire can be suppressed by some people, but some people cannot. Those who suppress selfish desires are in our eyes. Sages, and those who cannot suppress or completely indulge their selfish desires, are filthy in our eyes."

"Yes, what you said just now is correct. I do suspect that there are people doing filth experiments hidden in the elves. Although their purpose is to enhance the strength of the elves, or they want the elves to become the masters of the wind continent, you Have you ever thought that their behavior is not caused by selfish desires?"

"Perhaps this kind of **** can be called racial lust, or in your opinion, doing this kind of experiment is for the strength of your own race. It can be forgiven and forgivable. However, a few years ago, the benefactor of the elves was generous. The enthusiastic and pure goblins were slaughtered precisely because of this selfish desire. They have been hiding in that place and refused to come out. You said this is the most painful thing for you. I think you will not forget it."

Having said that, I paused, and I saw Elder Sonoda Mai's hand trembling, trembling constantly, as if she had been shocked by electricity.

At the same time, her face was ugly, very ugly, both black and red.

I frowned and listened to her tremblingly: "You said... continue, continue, say."

Able to speak and stand, it seems to be okay. I dispelled the idea of ​​asking for help, and continued: "Perhaps now, those elves who conduct filth experiments just want to make their race stronger, but you can guarantee that In the future, will they continue to work hard for their own race? Is it possible that they have no possibility of apostasy? Don't they want to be king or emperor?"

"Shut up!" Elder Sonoda yelled, and his voice was extremely severe. In an instant, I felt a powerful momentum pressing on me, and my body couldn't help shaking slightly.

Soon, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and an elderly woman's voice came in through the door: "Madam, are you okay?"

Elder Sonoda Mai glared at me, exhaled, and said solemnly: "It's okay, go down."

"Yes" Then, there was another sound of footsteps, drifting away.

Elder Mai Sonoda slowly sat on the chair. She didn't scold me or even speak any more, but put her trembling hands on the table, but even so, her fingers still couldn't restrain the trembling.

After a while, she gasped and said, "An Xiaoyi, what you said today is very presumptuous."

"Yes, Elder Sonoda Mai, I know that what I said just now offended your race and..."

The elder raised his hand, stopped my words, and continued: "But your words are not without any reason, near Zhu is red, near ink is black, once the filth grows in our elves, it will not take long. It will spread, become bigger, more numerous, and eventually become out of control."

Sighing, she went on to say: "I have understood your proposal. I can help you convey it. As for whether the manuscript can come down, it depends on the meaning of the Queen."

"Then I am here to thank Elder Yuan Tian Wu."

"Okay, it's getting late, you go back." Elder Soonada rubbed her forehead with one hand and waved with the other. Although she could not see her face clearly, I could feel that she was tired.

"Then I will leave first." With a bow, I said, "Goodbye, Elder Sonoda Mai."

Quietly leaving the villa, I walked on an empty street.

The faint yellow hanging lights on both sides of the road seemed very warm, but I was not in the mood to experience it all.

Although Elder Sonoda finally promised to help me unexpectedly, what if he really got the handwriting from the Queen?

Can I really find the clue I want in the buried ground?

Even if a clue is found, even if it is determined that the carrion is indeed from the buried bones, what should I do to find out the culprit of the carrion monster?

Moreover, even if the culprit is caught, can he be sure that he is behind all this?

If the carrion monster only appeared in Moonlight City, the trouble might be much less, but it is a pity that it also appeared in Eri City. Its strength, its ruthlessness, its scary and ugly, and its thick, The lingering stench.

As I was thinking about it, my peripheral vision suddenly saw a figure, which had been behind me all the time, following me not far away.

Are you going to assassinate my assassin again?

Thinking like this in my heart, I still kept my pace and walked unhurriedly.

Since I was asking for help from the elder Mai Sonoda, I didn’t carry any weapons. Only a pair of metal handguards could barely take the matter, but I don’t know the strength of the opponent, and I also don’t know how the opponent plays. Once a fight, the handguard has a great advantage. It may disappear, and then I will fall into passiveness.

After being passive for a long time, my form will be greatly disadvantaged and even become a difficult situation. When that happens, I will probably have to get out forcibly. Fortunately, there is a powerful pastor like Taylor. As long as he doesn’t die, he will always have Way to heal me.

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